W 40 My Mother's Savage Daughter 

I am my mother's savage daughter,
the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter,
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

My mother's wild child is a savage,
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers,
In the dancing of fire and the cracks of old bones.

(Repeat Chorus)

My mothers child dances in darkness,
And sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
And watches the stars and renames the planets,
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a brooom.

(Repeat Chorus)

Now my mother's child curses too loud and too often,
My mother's child laughs too hard and too long,
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
And constantly raises her voice in this song.

(Repeat Chorus)

Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water,
Brought into this world through blood and through pain,
And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakened,
So sing them with voices of fervor and pain.

(Repeat as new chorus three times)
We are our mother's savage daughters,
The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters,
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice.

Notes by Master Garraed Galbraith (Ealdormere)
My Mother's Savage Daughter was written by Winddrift and presented at Bardic Madness IV in Brookings SD on April 13, 1996. We have transcribed the lyrics as well as possible from the videotapes we have from the event, but know there are mistakes and encourage anyone with corrections to send them to us. The song is best sung in a strong, almost yelling, voice as a war chant. It loses a lot of its punch done only by sopranos.